While Lilloa was asleep she had a dream. It was about her mother, herself, and her dad. The first day she hated her dad, was when she was 1. That was the day, she'd never forget. Her body was standing at over an open tub of flour. There was flour all over her, and all over the floor where she was sitting. "Do you understand, you just wasted perfectly good flour?!" Her father snarled softly. Lilloa's mom was at the gas station and would be back any moment now. As Lilloa looked down unable to speak much, considering she was just a year old, her father growled and went to smack her. That's when her mom bursted in. "Honey can you-" She saw he had a raised to Lilloa, and saw all the flour. She would never get mad at Lilloa. She loved her daughter, so much. Then, she walked over and put the geroices in his arms. "You put them away." She said sternly. He growled and put them on the counter as he started to put them away. Her mom picked up Lilloa and held her on her hip, not caring if flour got her. "Do you want mommy to take a bath with you?" She asked which Lilloa giggle happily and nodded. "Mama!" She said. Her first word was indeed Mama, her mom giggled and went to the bathroom. "Oh! Babe, you get to clean the floors. You raise a hand to our child, you get to do the chores." She said and grabbed Lilloa's towel before her father could awnser, then went into the bathroom, and put Lilloa down starting the water. Once the water was at a comfortable setting, for both her and Lilloa, she undressed Lilloa putting her in the bathtub. Lilloa covered her eyes, as she looked away, as her mom got undressed, then stepped into the bathtub with Lilloa and sat with her as she bathed her. Lilloa giggled splashing her mom, having a blast. Her eyes lit up in happiness, and her smile showed it to. After about another, 10 minutes, Lilloa's mom got out getting dressed. She wore a kamono she got from South Korea. Lilloa was only a few weeks old at the time, but feeling her mom's gentle, caring touch, she stopped crying. Once Lilloa's mom was dressed, she got Lilloa out and dried her off. Then, she to grabbed Lilloa her own kamono and put it on. Giggling, Lilloa hugged her mom happily, and her mom hugged back picking her up. Then, she put her on the counter, and brushed her hair ect. then put it up in a messy bun. At this, she had long hair, Lilloa never saw her mom with short hair. Sometimes, she had to ask Lilloa if it was alright to get a hair cut. A reason why both of the two got along so well, with no fights. Lilloa always stayed by her mom, helping her, protecting her. When she was 7, she saw her mom with her very first cut by her dad. That's when Lilloa ended up dedicating her whole life to protect her mom. She didn't want to see her mom hurt any more. But Lilloa also knew, that even tho she has a life of shit, she wouldn't do what most people would do, when their depressed. She knew, she had to stay alive, to keep her mom safe, for as long as she ever could. Even if it ment, her getting hurt the most and taking all the pain. She loved her mom, very much.